Looking up at the clear sky through the window of the Border Patrol Guardhouse, the martial artist-turned feline pokégirl couldn’t help but shake a certain uneasy feeling—and no, not because the space between her legs were completely numb due to the assault of feline tongues. It was something else that was more akin to her days back in Nerima and being human. Why was it whenever she was female, the sky was just pure crystal-clear blue but when she was a man, dark clouds always circled forth, ready to thunder and crash? Seriously, it was like a kami-damned conspiracy!
Not that it matters much at the moment, the Fighting-type pokégirl thought glumly, shifting her feet atop the warped linoleum. While it was nice to be with ladies that could make her feel good, the Tigress would have given anything to get her true gender back. She was a man, damn it! As much as these girls showed her how good orgasms could feel, she wanted to go further! She wanted to know what MALE orgasms were like! She wanted to know if they were better or at least on par!
Ranma already promised herself she was committing seppuku if they were worse.
Noticing the look of disgust on the pigtailed Tigress’ face, Britanny inquired, “Hey? Ranma! You all right? You look like something you ate is bothering you.” Well, either that or she would mention that it looked like the Tigress really need to use the bathroom and she was NOT about to mention that. With how vindictive of the Shaguar could be she did not want to say anything within ear-shot that could be used as some sort of torture later on. No way, no fucking how!
Blinking her eyes once, twice, the Fighting-type pokégirl shook her head to clear any negative thoughts. “Sorry, Brit... just thinking about the weather is all... doesn’t look like rain at all.”
“Why would there be?” the Cheetit questioned as she turned to fully face the shorter pokégirl. “We already had the rains come through... and speaking of which, I am NOT looking forward to going through Buggy Woods right now. Everything’s gonna be moist and muddy!” She shuddered, her fur of her tail standing on end for a moment. “It’s gonna be hell on my pelt!”
“Bitch, bitch, bitch,” the Shaguar grumbled as she pulled on the thick, rusted back door of the weathered stone building, causing the metal of the hinges to screech with a noise akin to a nail on a chalkboard. “We wouldn’t be in this mess if you did your damn job right the first time!”
Huffing indignantly, Britanny crossed her arms beneath her impressive chest. “I told you, it was an honest mistake! Besides all we need to do is get a refund and get you some real Evolution Stones and we’ll be good, right?”
Turning to look over her shoulder, the petite ring-patterned pokégirl asked, “Is someone asking to have their ass humped by a Spiked Maxus Dildo already?”
“...I’ll be good...” the spotted Cat-type squeaked, her fur standing on end for a whole new reason now.
Smiling, Sheila nodded her head firmly. “Good! Come on, girls! Daylight is wasting and I want to be in Pewtit before nightfall!”
That comment caught Ranma’s attention. “Uh... excuse me?” she spoke up, hoping that she wouldn’t get the smaller pokégirl on her case... again... “If you’re worried about making time, maybe we should just camp out here and start fresh in the morning? The forest is filled with lots and lots of Bug-types!”
Shrugging her shoulder, the Shaguar answered, “It’s no problem. I’ll take the lead.” She smiled at as raised her right arm and flexed; crossing her left arm across her chest so she could pat the bicep. “I’m more than enough to handle them!”
Ranma-chan gawked at Sheila’s bravado. She may have been small by pokégirl standards—hell, most standards—but the dominant tanned Cat-type was even smaller! “Sheila... are you sure you want to take the lead? I mean, we’re all Fighting-types here, right?” she inquired curiously. “There are a lot of Bug-types and they’ll try and make easy pickings of us!
“Right. And I’m a primarily an Ice-type,” the Shaguar explained. “It’ll be no problem.”
“...Yeah? So?” the confused Tigress inquired, wondering how that meant anything else besides Bugs being bad.
Sheila blinked her eyes once, twice. “Wow...” she finally replied. “Thought I’d never say this, but Brit was right. There IS stuff you don’t know!”
“TOLD YOU!” the Cheetit snapped from behind the group.
Smirking a little, the smallest of the three feline pokégirls shook her head. “Oh well... watch and learn, Stripes.” With that said, she stepped out of the Guardhouse, exiting through the Viridick Woods’ side of the building. She looked back and forth pausing as she caught sight of a mostly human-looking pokégirl. This one was unlike the BuzzBreasts Ranma-chan saw earlier as she was covered with strikingly colorful partial exoskeleton armor plating around her neck, wrists and ankles; the Bug-type’s hair a matching viridian color. It was a surprise that her buzzing wings could lift her off the ground, considering how her chest was a full DD-Cup that weighed heavily on her body.
“This,” the Shaguar piped up. “Is a Lovebug.” She raised a hand towards the Bug-type that was happily chewing on a handful of flowers. Without warning, her hand released a pale blue beam at the Feral, freezing her over into an almost solid statue-like state. The surrounding environment was covered in frost as well as the body crashed to the ground and broke into three large pieces, with the head rolling a ways off for a bit of distance. “Now it WAS a Lovebug...”
Ranma-chan gawked in horror. “You... you killed her!” While it was a relief to know that Bug-types wouldn’t be a challenge, it was shocking to know the petite Shaguar could just so cold-heartedly—no pun intended—kill!
“It,” Sheila replied as she turned towards the striped Cat-type. “Not a ‘she’ but an ‘it’. Ranma, that was a Feral pokégirl; once you’re Feral that’s it, there is NO coming back...” she sighed sadly as she shook her head. “The only things left in a Feral’s mind are lust and animal... or in this case, insectile...” she corrected herself. “Instincts and behavior patterns. Sure, she was merely snacking on flowers right now... but as soon as she was done, she would’ve turned on us with the intent of capturing for either mindless sex and/or a later meal. By taking her out, she won’t be a threat to us or anyone else.”
“...So Bug-types are THAT weak against Ice-types?” Ranma-chan questioned curiously, now feeling a little ill at the thought of just how devastating it could be if she were hit with a Bug-type attack.
Looking over her grisly work, the Shaguar frowned. “Well... yes and no. Granted, Bug-types are normally weak against Ice but on that same note, so are Flying-type pokégirls. A Lovebug is dual-type like me. But whereas I’m Ice and Fighting, it was both a Bug and Flying-type Pokégirl. So instead of double the strength, she instead took four-times the damage from my Blizzard Beam attack.” She frowned. “And for the record, that is part of why Fighting-types are so weak to most of the pokégirls here. Flying-types are ALSO strong against Fighting-types. So if you tried to hit a Bug/Flying-type like this, you shouldn’t be surprised if at best, it merely pushes it back a little!”
“Then why did you send ME out here if it was so dangerous!?” the Cheetit huffed as she finally closed the door to the wrecked and compromised Border Patrol building.
Lifting her right hand, Sheila rose her index finger. “One, I was busy back in Phallus Town and was trying to save some time.” Her middle finger then rose, joining the first. “Second, despite how much I may act like I hate you, you’re my friend... I was TRYING to be nice and give you a chance to earn some cash, considering how the only other worthwhile ability you have is your good looks. And third,” she said as she rose her ringer-finger as well. “You’re NOT a Fighting-type! You’re Normal/Steel! With your Sub-type you are IMMUNE to nearly all poisons so you don’t have to worry about the majority of what the Bug-types can do! You only need to worry about Electric, Fighting, Fire and Ground-type pokégirls: particularly Fighting-types as both Normal AND Steel-types are weak against it!”
“...No WONDER you could dominate my ass so easily!” the Cheetit said in complete awe and understanding.
“Well, that... and the fact that you’re a complete slut,” the Shaguar admitted.
Britanny blinked her eyes, once, twice. “...HEY!!”
As the sun came higher into the air, the sounds of nature awakening could be heard. In the distance, the calls of bird-species pokégirls could be heard, moist dew was evaporating from the forest floor. The light wind was blowing air that was cool, but not cool enough to chill... at least those with fur. The ground was solid, the humidity was low, and the sun shone through enough shade to not be in your eyes.
It was a perfect setting.
“Are we there yet?”
It was the perfect place to bury a body. “Brit, one more time, and I will test that old pokéwomen’s tale about skinning cats!”
“Come o~oooon!” Britanny whined. “I’m a Cheetit! I’m fast! Built for speed! Built to be sexy! Just let me go on ahead! I promise I’ll get a room for us at the local Pewtit Inn! All I need is your coin-purse and—”
“The only way you’ll get my cash is when you pry it from my cold, dead hands!” Sheila snapped at the big titty kitty. “We’re walking! Remember! You’re immune to poisons, I rape all bugs before me, and Ranma...” she looked towards the Tigress curiously.
“...Yeah?” the pigtailed striped feline pokégirl asked as she looked towards the petite Shaguar.
“...Ranma is the sexy damsel in distress...”
Lowering her head in defeat, the martial artist-turned-Tigress pokégirl groaned. Is this how Akane felt all the time, to be nothing more than the load?
...
Wait... she wasn’t Akane. For one thing, she could fight! Two, there were no delusional guys out there who would attempt to steal her, for they always went after Akane... for some unknown, unexplainable reason.
It really was odd that back in Nerima, they always left the hottest girl behind and took the ugliest! They never kidnapped her... or Kasumi. And for some reason, Nabiki never got kidnapped—no matter how much she prayed for it—either! Especially odd considering how much trouble the girl got herself into.
So, by that logic, as Ranma was the sweet-hotness of the group, so she was safe.
Britanny was safe, as she was the greedy one.
That left...
It’s up to me to protect Sheila, Ranma thought to herself.
Even as the Tigress mentally pumped herself up to protect the Shaguar from all harm that could try to come their way to capture her, said ‘kidnapping target’ was leading them along the forest path, blasting any Bug-types that got too close. “BuzzBreast!”
“BZZT!?”
*WHOOSH*!
*Crash*! went the new corpsicle.
...Never said it’d be easy.. but then tomboys always make it harder than it needs to be. Ranma thought glumly.
After five more minutes—three of which was spent trying to pull Sheila off Britanny’s throat for constantly asking if they had arrived—Ranma decided to ask a question that had been bugging her—no pun intended. “Um, Sheila?”
“Yeah?” said Shaguar asked, sharpening a branch with her claws, while glaring at Britanny.
“If this place is full of such dangerous pokégirls, how come they just don’t send in a bunch of girls like you and take them all out?” the busty Tigress inquired.
The Ice/Fighting-type sighed as she lowered her stick of Cheetit Stabbing. “Two reasons. First is Parthenogensis...”
That answer made Ranma-chan shudder. “You mean clone pregnancy?”
“Exactly,” Sheila said in a tired voice. “We’ll never kill all of them in time. They’ll just keep popping out more and more spawn, continuously raising their numbers up. It’s why there’s always been a surplus of Feral pokégirls even back when there were men to fuck them back into functional thought and then domesticate them...”
At that, Britanny chimed in, “Of course, didn’t help that—if stories were true—most would never settle for a simple BuzzBreast or Titmouse and instead want sexy striped or spotted ass likes Ranma and myself!”
Needless to say, that line of thought ALSO made the Tigress shudder. “...Er... yeah...” last thing she wanted was some guy wanting to stick his penis in her.
Her left eye twitching as she noticed that the Cheetit hadn’t mentioned the desire for sexy Shaguars, the Ice/Fighting-type continued, “The second reason is genetic manipulation... with time and effort, BuzzQueens can turn ANY pokégirl into another BuzzBreast to serve the Hive. All the BuzzBreast Drones need to do is capture a pokégirl and bring them back to the Hive Queen alive.”
“So they’d need to capture one first?” Ranma asked. “Considering how much damage Ice-types can do, that seems like it would make that a less likely option.”
The Shaguar shrugged her shoulders as she once again began to use a claw to sharpen her stick. “Well, despite how they act, if they’re in enough danger, the BuzzBreasts would work like a team,” Sheila continued. “The problem is that eventually, you’d either be overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of Bug-types or get close enough where something that can control the Bug-types would send them after you, like a BuzzQueen. Then they have new recruits, plus information on what you knew beforehand.”
“Unless of course,” the Cheetit chimed in. You have the skills of Crazy Sexum!” Britanny spoke in a spooky voice.
Ranma blinked her eyes once, twice. “Crazy Suh-suh-Sexum?” she gasped, feeling a little creeped out despite knowing better. Obviously this was just something akin to a campfire story back home...
...So why was just the name striking a chord with her?
Rolling her eyes, Sheila snorted. “Oh please! There is no such thing as ‘Crazy Sexum’,” the Shaguar stated firmly. “She’s just an old pokéwomen's tale. Everyone human DIED during the cataclysm because there was nowhere safe for them. Pokégirls survive thanks to PokéBalls while humans and the majority of the Ferals DIED during the Great Disaster..."
“But that's just it!” the Cheetit chimed once again. “You said it yourself, it killed the ‘majority of the Ferals’! Their numbers came back within a century! So who's to say there wasn't also a human or two who managed to beat the odds and survive the end of the previous civilization? And that includes...” she looked left, right and then leaned in close to the two and whisper, “Crazy Sexum!”
Ranma would have whimpered—if that wouldn’t have been a sign of fear. “Who or what was ‘Crazy Sexum’?” she asked.
Putting her arm around the Tigress and copping a feel—completely on accident, of course—Britanny answered her question. “Legend has it that before the Great Disaster, there was a female human, who lived in these woods. Some say she was insane to begin with, some say... she wasn’t quite human...” she ended in a low whisper.
This of course, didn’t really matter, as they were all Cat-types with excellent hearing.
“Please!” snorted Sheila. “If she worked here, she was probably a Researcher or a Watcher.”
“But... she spoke with bu~uuugs!” spoke Britanny, in a spooky fashion. “BUUU~UUUUUGS!”
Looking at the Cheetit with a heavy-lidded gaze, the Shaguar quickly replied, “Yeah but she was also human. She could FUCK one back into some resemblance of humanity. Not too difficult to talk to a bug when you can get them to talk back...”
“Still, some say she was a powerful, POWERFUL Researcher and Watcher,” the tall, spotted Normal/Steel-type added quickly. “Some say she was just as knowledgeable and scary as Sukebe himself! And they say that if you listen and look carefully, you too can find her hidden abode, where she lived in the forest all alone, away from prying eyes and thus, allowing her to do unspeakable things to poor, innocent Cat-types!”
“...Hidden abode?” Ranma asked, eyes darting forth left and right with sudden nervousness.
“YES!” Britanny shouted. “A place of terrible horrors and sacrilegious sexiness, where pokégirls checked in but could not check out...”
“...” despite it being unmably, the Tigress finally let out a whimper. She raised a hand and pointed behind the Cheetit. “...Like that place?”
It took a moment for the Cheetit to register that, but then Britanny merely scoffed. “Oh please! I’m the one telling the spooky story! Don’t even go trying to turn it back on me!”
“...Spots...” Sheila finally spoke up, eyes also wide. “You should seriously look behind you.”
Turning around, Britanny looked... and immediately wanted to wet herself.
Hidden among the groves of overgrown bush and trees, only revealed because the recent rains had caused one tree to fall over and flatten enough of the plant-life, stood an old bunker. Equipment still perched on its roof, door discolored but still intact, and no damage to what windows that could be seen.
Of course, the dozens of bones and skulls littering the area didn’t help the ambiance.
Although, given the vids she had seen of life before the Disaster, Britanny had never wished more than now that she was a true virgin... or maybe yuri sex didn’t count?
“...All for moving on and forgetting we ever saw this and imbibing in lots and lots of alcohol to aide us when we reach Pewtit City?” Sheila asked in all seriousness.
“AYE!” both the Cheetit and Tigress shouted as one.
Sheila nodded her head. “All oppose?”
*CRACK~A~DOOM*! went the shot of thunder right before a sudden downpour came crashing down, as if to flood the very forest.
“The hell!?” Britanny yelled. “It was blue skies not one minute ago!”
“Hey!” Sheila cried out in shock. “This is water is warm! Since when does it rain hot water!?”
Lowering her head in defeat, Ranma just sulked. Damned curse was locked and nature still tormented her. “I’m going inside,” she muttered, walking forward to the ancient shelter.
“But something inside could kill you!” Britanny screamed out over the storm. “What if Crazy Sexum is still inside!?”
“Maybe she’ll make it quick,” Ranma grumbled as she walked up to the door. She looked about and frowned as she tried to turn the handle and found it locked. So standing on her tip-toes, she reached up and felt above the door-frame. Pulling down a key, she fit it into said slot and turned. The door opened inward with a creak; a cloud of dust visible for a few seconds before the rain in the air washed it back into the earth.
Looking over her shoulder, she asked the two other Cat-types, “You guys coming or what?”
The Cheetit and Shaguar turned to look at each other for a moment. “Well...” Sheila said slowly. “It WAS over a hundred and twenty years ago... what human lives that long?”
“One with the Blood Gift of Longevity,” Britanny replied firmly.
“Human women didn’t have Blood Gifts! They just Thresholded into Pokégirls...” Sheila grumbled as she walked forward towards the possible shelter/grave out in the middle of nowhere
“Maybe she became a Wi~iiiiido~oooo—OW! Quit hitting me!”
“Just get inside the damned bunker, before I leave you here for bug-chow,” Sheila grumbled as she dragged the Cheetit in by the ear.
Once they were inside, the lone door shut, the hinges screeching in the air due to poor maintenance, and a curse went up into the air.
The door was then opened once more, the key removed, and finally shut and locked, just as the storm gave another burst of lightning and thunder.
“Okay,” Sheila said as she looked around. “Good thing we’re all Cat-types. Our night-vision enhancement will allow us to see in the dark. We just need to look over this place over to make sure it’s safe and then we’ll wait out the storm. So just look around and...”
*Click*!
“Found a light switch!” Ranma-chan called out as the entry-hall and beyond was illuminated; allowing them to see into what could only have been a living room in rather dusty—albeit surprisingly stable—condition.
Blinking her eyes once, twice, the Cheetit tried to adjust her eyes to the new brighter lighting... only to find... HER!!!
“WAA~AAAH!” cried Britanny. “IT’S NODOKA SEXUM! TAKE THEM! I’M AN INNOCENT VIRGIN, SO I GET A PASS TO MAKE IT TO THE SEQUEL!”
“...That’s a framed picture, idiot,” growled Sheila. However, any ire she felt soon gave way to surprise. She walked up closer to the portrait, and rubbed her thumb over the small brass plaque on the bottom, reading aloud, “Nodoka Sexum... son of a bitch, this really IS Crazy Sexum’s place...”
“...I WANT TO LEAVE!!” the Cheetit shouted, making her feelings about the situation known. “I’ve seen enough Pre-Sukebe movies to know what happens in these situations! I sure as hell do not want to die and leave behind a corpse that looks like a bad wax dummy version of myself! That stuff is just plain tacky and I’m too pretty to die!”
Walking up to the ever so slightly-faded painting, Ranma-chan could only look it over with shock. There was no denying what she was looking at. “...Mom?”
*THUD*!
“...And the Cheetit just fainted. Great...” Sheila grumbled irritably while shaking her head. “That was not a funny joke, Ranma!”
Turning to look at the petite Shaguar, the pigtailed Tigress replied, “Who said I was joking?”
*THUD*! went the ring-patterned Cat-type.
Ranma just looked at the two catgirls, laid beside one another, using the light from the storm outside. “All the help in the world and I get the two who faint for no reason,” she muttered, turning to look again at the picture of her mother. Looked exactly like her... except this one didn’t have a silk-wrapped sword in her hands... and was smiling... and hugging two bug girls and someone in leather, while a wolf woman kneeled next to them.
Looking around, the pigtailed Fighting-type feline also wondered if her mother in this world was a mad scientist, judging from Britanny’s tales.
Then again, that made her wonder just how her mother provided for herself in her world.
The former male blinked her eyes as she felt her foot nudge something. Looking down, the pigtailed Tigress caught sight of some electronic equipment, a small black something with a visible lens. Lifting it up, the feline pokégirl blinked her eyes once, twice. “A camcorder?”
Okay, this could go one of two ways. She could see what could have been one of those ‘apocalypse log’ things that always made for such interesting movie-of-the week materials... or knowing this world, she was about to find an amateur porn starring her mother.
Either way, she did NOT want to look at this without one of the others there to catch her for when SHE fainted.
Setting it down, the redheaded Tigress looked around the picture, finding... several things she wished she could open the door to throw out or start a fire to burn them. “...Are these things surrounded by... dried up rose petals?” she asked, noting that a few had the bases open, with an open slot that looked like where a battery might go.
Shaking her head, Ranma continued to look around the wall of the room they were in—she certainly didn’t want to go exploring in this place right now! No telling what mad scientists got into on this world!
She winced, her tail whipping straight out as she heard another crash of thunder and lightning. Good God, this was downright creepy. Deciding she didn’t want to be the only one conscious anymore, the Tigress knelt down and started shaking the unconscious duo by their shoulders. “Hey... hey... wake up. Wake up already! Don’t leave me here alone with... them...” she released Brit’s shoulder to point at the pile of silicone and plastic.
She didn’t mind so much the two... ‘mannequins’, let’s call them... in the corner on a carrousel. Sure, they had blue eyes—one looked like it had two halves of a large coconut on its chest and looked creepy as hell...
But the dildos and unpowered vibrators scared the neo-full-time-catgirl much, much more!
“That’s not my name,” Britanny mumbled sleepily. “I’m Juan Ton, this Britanny lives down the hallway...”
Ranma just blinked her eyes. Dear gods... her excuses were worse than her Old Man’s!!! How could such be possible!?
Shaking the Cheetit that much harder, the striped pokégirl shouted, “Wake up! We’re at Crazy Sexum’s and I don’t want to check this place out on my own!”
Her eyes snapping wide-open, Britanny lunged forward fully awake; screaming her lungs out as she sat up. “I DON’T WANNA DI~IIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
Fortunately, the decibel level the spotted Cat-type was reaching was enough to wreak havoc on the Shaguar’s far more sensitive hearing forcing her to wake up. “AAUUUGH! BY THE THOUSAND GODS! WHY!?!?”
This did little to calm Britanny. “NOOoooooo! She’s already attacking Sheila!” Moving quickly, she grabbed her friend. “Don’t worry! I won’t let you suffer under her mind attacks! Now, tell Mama your bank account codes, and she’ll snap your neck and burn the body, for the Greater Good!”
*WHAM!*
Sheila glared at her friend’s now foot-imprinted face. “I was screaming because someone started wailing worse than someone faking it.”
“...Owwie...” the Cheetit said around the foot trying to cave in her skull.
“Damn it...” Sheila grumbled as she shook her head, slowly pulling her foot back after a moment. “Damn, Ranma! That was not a funny joke! How could you say you’re related... to... Crazy.... Sex... um...” she trailed off as she looked at the direction of said Tigress standing in front of the portrait.
There was no denying it. The resemblance was uncanny... and that left some very nerve-wracking questions. “...You... you’re not joking when you said Crazy Sexum is your mother, were you?”
The martial artist-turned-Tigress sighed. “Well... I think so. Way too much like my mother to be anything else...”
Whimpering as she looked at the busty striped beauty, Britanny could only reply, “No wonder I found you out here in the forest all alone and with amnesia. If I was forced to live with that woman as my mother, I’d try and forcefully forget everything too!”
Ranma opened her mouth to respond to that barb against her mother... and promptly shut it.
Really, she had nothing. Honestly, she hadn’t been able to spend that much time with her mother... or learn much about her. For all she knew, Nodoka Saotome really did have some odd castle, hidden in the mountains of Japan, where she conducted weird and horrible experiments.
Same could be true here... maybe... just without a castle. “I told you already, I’m from—”
“Yeah, yeah,” the Cheetit waved off. “You’re from another world, and I’m only a so-so lover.”
“Finally, she admits it,” snarked a smirking Sheila, as she walked past the feline girl with her mouth agape, to get a closer look at the painting.
Her jaw moving wordlessly at the barb, it took the Cheetit a minute more to finally get her thoughts on track. “HEY!” Britanny snapped. “I was only trying to make a point! Obviously, having Nodoka as a mother has traumatized Ranma so deeply that she’s trying to distance the memories as much as possible! Hence why she’d disavow any and all connection to this world if that’s what it was going to take to help her forget being Crazy Sexum’s DAUGHTER!”
“Son actually,” the Tigress tried again.
“...Even go as far as to deny her true gender!”
Lowering her head in defeat, the pigtailed stripe Cat-type decided to keep her mouth shut, lest she give Britanny more reason to mangle her life-story. Really, was her story that fantastic, that it had to be false? Was it truly THAT unbelievable to a world ruled by horny animal-women after a huge meteor shower wiped out all of humanity, on a world where some perverted nutcase had created said animal-people, and nearly wiped out all humanity?
Wow; the karma on this planet must suck! Ranma thought in realization.
“And just how would Crazy Sexum have a child, Britanny?” Sheila asked. “Remember, no males?” the Shaguar pointed out.
“Hey! She’s the mad genius! Maybe she had a sample frozen or something!” the Cheetit paled as a thought came to her. “Or... maybe Ranma here will grow and eventually find her mind overtaken with hidden implanted memories, eventually turning her into Crazy Sexum’s reborn form! The evil woman back from the dead to—QUIT HITTING ME!”
“Then quit making shit up!” yelled Sheila. Lowering her fist, the Ice/Fighting-type told her, “Besides, you’re missing the real point! We’ve found an honest-to-goodness Pre-Great Disaster bunker of urban legend! Could you imagine the goodies squirreled away? We may even find some Pre-GD Toys!” she shouted with excitement. “Could you imagine it? Not only ones that vibrate but are also life-cast from actual COCKS!”
That caught Ranma’s attention. “You mean like those?” the Tigress asked as she pointed to the huge stack of plastic oblong objects.
Slowly turning, it was if Sheila experienced a truly religious moment.
Actually, it was just a series of lightning flashes that illuminated the area she was staring at for several seconds... but still, it gave her eyes enough detail and allowed her mind to fill in the missing pieces, to truly decide how best to handle the situation.
“MYNE!” Sheila yelled, leaping onto the pile.
We never said hormones wouldn’t overrule her decision.
“HEY!” Britanny shouted as she watched the petite pokégirl purr up a storm as she rolled about a mess of plastic and silicone. “SHARE!!”
“MYNE!” the Shaguar snarled back at the Cheetit.
“Come on!” Britanny whined. “I want some good, ol’ fashioned cock too!”
“Get your own!” Sheila yelled.
“I’ll pay you!” the spotted blonde offered.
The Shaguar glared back with a half-lidded gaze. “You’re broke!”
“Yeah, well... think of poor Ranma!” Britanny yelled, before grabbing the confused-looking Tigress. “Think of poor Ranma,” she said calmly. “She’s never had a real dick either!”
“Yes I have!” Ranma yelled back. “I’m a guy, damn it!”
At those words, the Cheetit shook her head. “And thanks to what Crazy Sexum did while programming her to slaughter us all in as brutal and perverted a fashion as possible, she’s confused between reality and fantasy!”
Twitching as people continued to refuse to believe her, the Tigress looked over her right shoulder at Britanny. “...I am not going to slaughter you and Sheila...” she stated firmly.
Sighing sadly, the spotted beauty was firm in replying, “Sure, you say that now... but eventually Sheila or I will utter the activation phrase, setting off your mental manipulations that turn you from a sweet piece of striped ass into an engine of merciless mass-slaughterer. I’m just hopeful it’s Sheila who says it before me, thus giving me time to run like hell.”
“Um...” Ranma gulped, seeing the Shaguar glare at her direction. Even if it was directed at Brit, the Tigress was still in the way of it. “Maybe we should just check this place out for anything else of use? Like... maybe clothes or something?” Britanny’s backpack only had extras for herself and Sheila, leaving the former martial artist with only what she was currently wearing.
“...Hey, YEAH!” Britanny chirruped. “Maybe we’ll find some batteries too!”
Considering that for a moment, the Shaguar reluctantly nodded her head. “Fine. But I get first dibs on all life-cast cock dildos and vibrators we find!”
“...Greedy skank...” the Cheetit grumbled.
Smirking, Sheila helpfully reminded, “And who owes me their firstborn child?”
“...”
Crossing her arms over her chest, the petite pokégirl replied, “That’s what I thought...”
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